Crooked Little Monkey


Poor Monkey, she had to take a trip to Riley Monday for some tests.
She was a real trooper.
And let me, for a moment, rave on and on about the staff at Riley Hospital.
We were only there for outpatient testing. And it would follow that a Children’s Hospital would have a kind, patient, tot-centric staff and decor, but Riley just goes above and beyond in my opinion.
With every room we visited, every doctor, nurse and tech we spoke with, they took care to address both us as parents and Monkey. They calmly addressed any questions we all had and couched terms in a kid-friendly way. I just can’t say enough good things about that place. Truly.
Also, there is something just sad and pathetic and, okay, a touch hilarious about watching your kid come ’round from anesthesia. I’m not gonna lie, we giggled a little through suspiciously tear-blurred looks across the hospital bed.
And, lest everyone think Monkey had a completely horrid day, let’s allay those fears right now.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
When asked where she’d like to go for lunch, assuming we’d end up somewhere with kids meals and playlands, we were pleasently surprised with The Monkey requested Noodles & Company. Hah. That kid is just an odd duck. But I love it.

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